Plastic cups on Venice beach
The way your shadow hung on mine
Versace bag thrown in the street
I’ll just keep chasing lonely highs
I’m too young
To have this damage on my skin
So how come
I don’t look before I jump in
I can’t sleep tonight
It’s 100 degrees in this bed
I can’t sleep tonight
Singing boys in the trees in my head
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
I like the smell of cigarettes
It’s the weirdest sh#t that’s true
American Spirit on my breath
And I’ve still got a taste for you
I’m burned out
Trippin on the carpet in the bar
It turns out
Whiskey’s not a substitute
For the backseat of your car
I can’t sleep tonight
It’s 100 degrees in this bed
I can’t sleep tonight
Singing boys in the trees in my hеad
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Heroes leavе and idols die
Who am I to stand in line
If she couldn’t make it work, how can I
Quicksand the trap of fame
I want it all but I’m afraid
What if I only love to chase
I can’t sleep tonight
It’s 100 degrees in this bed
I can’t sleep tonight
Singing boys in the trees in my head
Pink skies on the horizon
Anxiety pacing like a lion
I can’t sleep tonight
I’m worried about Carly Simon
I can’t sleep tonight
I’m worried about Carly Simon
Oooh oooh oooh
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